A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

picked the name for

simple building with windows that

so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa

year round, no matter how beautiful the

looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

doctor had almost given

had lived

with a glass of water and medicine

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

Mark seemed like he had

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

twitched when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans

favorite food,” Mark

he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

began to fumble in his

stopped

It seemed it was better if

not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to

done, Mark

phone got weaker and

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed

almost given up on

alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

him with a glass of water and medicine in his

time for you to take the medicine,”

Mark seemed like he had

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

twitched when he

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

he began to fumble

then, he stopped and shook

it was better if he never called her at all. He

call her,” he said to

give Cecilia

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him and swallowed

nurse came in to

she was done, Mark looked sideways

got weaker and weaker until

asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

He dreamed that he was still strong

was much like

at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle

in his dream was so

in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just

gently closed

felt he needed to

was warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his

buy the pumpkin pies by

a plump foreign nurse was in

wanted to return home. He missed his

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road,

couldn’t change

give up

if he wouldn’t

to stay strong

finding it difficult to go back to

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes.

when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a

to go there because he

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

back to

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still

paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

paper planes and smiled at

have some of your

only actually took a

was not more

mouth, he put down the spoon because he

his eyes and

back home and have a family

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course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But

ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

now, it was around 4 a.m.

at the caller ID. For a

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

broke into

boy,” he

it might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the

voice sounded a

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

a

held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the baby

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

entanglement with

much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to

sniffed and put

call, he never even

eager to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

hear this and he did a

he said

day of the new

to stroke one of the paper

to fly back home to see Cecilia

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a glance would be

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